| My rap is something I can't live without
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| Tell me what these floors know
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| What are mistakes and real shit
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| And how far is it to the top in the city of cars
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| My rap is a cipher understandable to those who survived and are alive
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| In this world made of pain and lies
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| How are you, sheriff, walking without a soul
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| To atone for sins in the temple in order to sin?
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| You can't enter paradise with a bubble and on a gelding
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| Although you are sure of the opposite
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| Many complex lies, few simple truths
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| The coldness of bravado, there is no warmth in it
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| We slept too long in these rocks
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| From concrete and steel. |
| Soon we will be gone
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| Into the water from the bridge, from the spot to the quarry
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| Choose your galley from hundreds of galleys
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| Choose your career from hundreds of careers
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| Reluctantly delving into oneself, as in musty junk
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| The world is not Disney, help for respect
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| Sunlight divides the truth equally among all
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| My rap is a cocktail of inspiration and laziness
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| From samples and love for Lena
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| This is what is in the soul of the people who share with me
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| What? |
| What is more valuable than money
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| Puerh leaves in boiling water
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| Smoke and bitterness
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| Bitterness in cups, taking a sip
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| Will you remember
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| How long do you live and what is the close result
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| Numbers are a mystery
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| Puerh leaves in boiling water
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| faya
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| Habit is more dangerous than delusions of grandeur
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| And for me, it's better to be a psycho than an impersonal
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| And to spite those who treat me, I did not cure
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| Until the lights are turned off, I will remain a person
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| Nerves are seriously scaled by pitch
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| And I don't care that my recitative is not always rhythmic
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| To hell with TV, look for my clip on the net
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| To hell with ambition, there would be no prey
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| May not be in trouble with the law, but in trouble with conscience
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| Time itself will judge who is who and who you are
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| I don't want to be neither bull nor bacon
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| I'm not a horse, although I'm well savvy
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| On the perimeter of the thorn under current
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| We are here for now, but if anything, we will leave without a key, through a dig
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| There's a bunch of labor chitaks (true chitaks)
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| I'm not like them and I'm cooler like this (cooler like this)
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| After all, to go upstairs, I do not need a ladder
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| And I don't need mike, mike, mike to read my rap
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| So shake your head
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| Look inside, bro, whatever one may say, the art is there
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| Respect to our party and those who are with us on Kursk
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| Energizes these strange blues (dangerous people)
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| And while people believe in rap in Russian (in rap in Russian)
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| May the muse accompany us. |
| Good luck!
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| Puerh leaves in boiling water
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| Smoke and bitterness
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| Bitterness in cups, taking a sip
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| Will you remember
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| How long do you live and what is the close result
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| Numbers are a mystery
|
| Puerh leaves in boiling water
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| faya
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| Puerh leaves in boiling water
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| Smoke and bitterness
|
| Bitterness in cups, taking a sip
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| Will you remember
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| How long do you live and what is the close result
|
| Numbers are a mystery
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| Puerh leaves in boiling water
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| faya |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Листья пуэра под кипяток , by - Баста. Song from the album Live @ Ледовый Дворец, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп